On a complete whim yesterday, Ryan and I stopped at Petco. And guess who put his paws through the cage, trying to give me a hug. And guess who licked my fingers as I put them through the cage. Our new pet, of course. Thomas!
Ryan and I weren't even thinking about getting a cat... it was just in the moment...
He is about 8 or 9 weeks old, which puts him back to my birthday, just about. 2012- we're having a double birthday.
he loves my gray shoes. they're his friends. He weaves in and out of them as I walk, and tries to cuddle with them.
After I kept calling him Thomas and Wolfy, I thought, "Hey... Thomas Wolfe??" HAHA. I suppose we named him after a writer. He is just precious.
but not so much when he meows all night long. Hoping for a better night...
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